Rule courtesy of Ghrathryn

7722. Speaking of summoning chamber stupidity, whose "brilliant" idea was it to use Kempenfelt's computer as a 'system controller' for a demo chamber in the heart of York? And it's not even as if it's her work computer they chose, it's her home computer. I know it wasn't Commodore Glenn, Minotaur, Devonport, Umbra or any of the Devonport DDs
7722a. "You can count out everyone else at Devonport, we figure anything on site is likely to cause issues just due to osmosis from all the rest of the crud we get." - Raven
7722b. Why was it a problem? In case you forgot, Kemp has a number of games on there, modded to high hell. Lion and Conqueror (HMS) are currently trying to contain a chthonian that tore up half of Yorkminster, there are humanoid female creatures all over the place, including but not limited to fairies, slimes, dragons, cows… (yeah, don't get that one either) and other things, oh, and that's not even getting into the fact we've lost at least three star vampires
7722b1. "On the good side, we've got Geralt, Teriana, the Ghostbusters and several Autobots to help, on the bad? Half the bloody Mythos creatures, fiends inhabiting several parks, spooks, spectres, ghosts, wraiths haunting just about everywhere. It's York, what'dya expect?" - Umbra
7722b2."More worried about what else is on Kemp's comp to draw from, Umbra," - Zephyr
7722b3. "Eh… I think Sub Titans and Nexus are the main 'ship' things, but we might have several Blood Bowl teams around and maybe some Titan Quest or Grim Dawn stuff. Blame the guys in the Admiralty that decided we were the demo team, they ought to know Devonport attracts weird by now." - Kempenfelt, trying to find star vampires

"Please tell me they got the idiot responsible for this mess," Minotaur sighed as she looked over the report on the clipboard she was holding. Even just the outline was… nasty, to put it mildly, and all because someone had decided that instead of using one of the spare computers Devonport's IT department kept on hand, they were going to use the only fancy one in the office, which just happened to belong to HMS Kempenfelt personally.

"As far as we can tell, he's in among the group being shipped to the nearest psychiatric hospital," Megan replied. "Apparently he was found in the ruins muttering about tasting colours and impossible lines or something." She shrugged, turning it into a stretch. "I think he had a run in with one of the mythos creatures either from the Rimworld mods, the games based on Lovecraft or the Lovecraft books." She looked back at the city where fires and smoke still stained the skies. "I'm honestly kind of surprised he was the only navy guy in the mix that's been sent fruit loops."

Minotaur snorted, shaking her head. "Most of the rest were either from Devonport or new graduates from HMS Raleigh, or part of 29 Commando. I've heard Portsmouth and Scapa Flow get a lot of insanity, not that it's anywhere near as bad as Norfolk, San Diego or Yokosuka, but Devonport sees more 'unusual shit' than any other British held naval base, mostly the drive men insane type."

Megan rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly. "At least we've mostly got things controlled now. I doubt the Duke, Mayor, Admiralty or the Royals will be particularly happy with everything, and we've got to figure out what to do about the things that can't be erased or built over."

Nodding as she flipped through a few pages, Minotaur frowned slightly. "So what have we got left?"

"Two more versions of UEC Conqueror… I think one's the UEC version, the other's their enemy. We also got a pair of submersible barques with them, so if we can convince them to join us at Devonport we might be able to release Indomitable and Victorious back to Portsmouth or Alexandra, which will drop our costs a good bit seeing as they're mostly using 'fuel' for repairs and keeping their vehicles running instead of burning hundreds of tonnes just to hop to the Med," Megan replied, frowning slightly as she pulled a smart phone and pulled up a document on it. "We've got a few submarines from the old Submarine Titans game that could be useful filling that gap of ours if they're willing. In terms of space, there's the Hawking, Brutus, Sparta, Colossus, Guardian, Avalanche, Lightning and Madeline from Nexus the Jupiter Incident, which gives us a full in system patrol. Sally's already contacted Stiletto and Angelwing to pick the group up and brief them. We also got a few dozen mixed ships from the X series, mostly Rebirth, but some from the previous games. Angelwing and Stiletto will be talking to them as well. They'll probably work up with the UNSC, Trek or Wars ships if the Galactica and B5 groups don't come back beforehand. Got a good number of freight types as well, so that's liable to explode, particularly with the constructors to build things up.

"For others… well, most of the Autobots, mainly G1 versions, but a few Cybertron variants as well, I can fully see Prime lending a hand where he can, at least until we figure out how to gate them back." Megan frowned slightly, chewing on her lip. "We might need to check with the States government, since there might already be versions of the transformers about. The Decepticons buggered off somewhere near the start of the mess, so we'll have to keep an eye out for them. Got the Ghostbusters, with some new recruit, hopefully we can get them to lend a hand with the Schattenjägers, particularly since them being here brought even more ethereal undead types, though I didn't see any 'divines'. We've also picked up Geralt, Ciri and several of their kin, hopefully they'll be willing to help out as monster hunters, and ditto their own opponents, including those three hags from the third game." Her face twisted into a disgusted look. "Or at least one of them, I know one's dead since I killed the cunt myself, no clue on the third."

Minotaur nodded, frowning as she made a few notes on fresh papers. "Anything else we need to worry about particularly?"

"Elder Scrolls and Fallout monsters, which mostly got killed or contained. Behemoths don't get on well with six inch AP fortunately, much less the other rounds. Apparently Kemp used Aunt Lauren's descriptions of Teriana to base her character in her version of Skyrim, so we actually got Teriana, the Commodore's with her talking to a bunch of displaced Argonian colonists." Frowning, Megan flipped through a few notes on her phone. "We've also gained a full Blood Bowl league, the orks have already signed up to the army and the General mentioned possibly shipping them to that portal in Rome, or to stomp on idiots in the Middle East, South America or Africa. I'm not sure on the other teams. We also gained a number of semi-human creatures, mythic creatures and alien creatures, most of which the W-class are taking to their farm, ranch or whatever they're calling the place. It's probably safer considering at least a few are actually explosive." Another flip through the notes and a frown creased Megan's forehead. "Apart from us still potentially missing some mythos creatures, since we don't know how many were pulled here versus how many we killed, that's about it."

"What creatures did we get?"

Megan shrugged. "You might be better off asking Kemp that one, I've no idea." She looked around before spotting the destroyer girl and whistling to her. "Hoy, Kemp, need you for a few."

Handing over what she was doing to Wizard, Kempenfelt made her way through to where Minotaur and Megan were. "What's up, girls?"

"We need an overview on what's being taken down to the W-class' farm, Kempenfelt," Minotaur responded.

Kempenfelt frowned slightly as she nodded. "Alright, give me a minute." She pulled a tablet out of her storage and started looking through it. "Okay, what I'm aware of are slimes… there's eight types counting the human-like ones, fairies, centaurs, humanoid cows, harpies and humanoid dragons, boomalopes which we might be able to get chemicals from – kinda depends on how much the mods affected what was pulled out, though given everything else I'm guessing they did so we've possibly got a regenerating source of nitro-glycerine – and oversized spiders that we've counted, there's more that we'll have to ID first."

"And the damage?" asked Minotaur as Raven joined them.

"Best guess several tens of millions," Raven replied. "I'm not an architect though so…" she shrugged and shoulders, shifting as her captain rocketed down to land on one, golden scales glistening in the light. "York Minster's fucked though, and the minister is pissed, as is the Pope most likely. We had some giant worm thing punch up through it, the Lions—" she was cut off by the sound of multiple sixteen inch naval rifles firing in sequence. "—Are still trying to contain it, fortunately it doesn't seem interested too much at the moment."

Minotaur sighed, shaking her head. "Any chance we can handle any financial obligations the Sea Lords try to send us over this?"

The other trio frowned before Kempenfelt spoke up. "Honestly? Devonport is probably the best off of the three British naval bases with shipgirls, even taking into account damage from regulardemonic incursions." The last was said with a pointed look towards Raven.

Megan snorted softly. "Kemp, even without Raven's portals, there's still abyssals just because there's humans and shipgirls around, and I attract supernatural just by being me."

"Whatever," Kempenfelt sighed. "Anyway, we'll probably have to take time to get back to a profit between sorting out the new lot and damage, but we were at enough of one – as far as I know – to cover at least some of this mess, even without helping anyway, and if those 'bots have any construction folks, that'll help. Radplorts might as well be straight up uranium for nuclear stuff so we get a couple of hundred a pop for those, honey's pretty similar for some reason, ditto the water crystals and crystalized fire. The slimes themselves are pretty expensive and we get a tonne off the fruit, veg and chickens for them, not even getting into the other things like cave drake scales or sea basilisk saliva, which people use for acid etching things, and there's Myngs' rail company shuttling people and cargo that's pretty well in with the military and starting to push towards groups like Virgin Express for profit margin just due to shipgirl ownership."

The four looked up as something else exploded in another part of the city. "Alright," Minotaur said. "Make sure we've got all the animals and all the people willing to move shuttled out. See if any of the 'truck' transformers are willing to shunt the animals and anyone with passenger space can get the people out the way, Kemp. Raven, get eyes in the sky, find out what's where and direct everyone. Megan, start hunting. We've still got at least a few mythos creatures around, I want them dead before they can cause more trouble, and see if you can cap or destroy everything else supernatural and hostile."

The trio saluted and ran off in different directions to carry out their orders.